Bruce Robinson is a name to watch out for - Supposedly his latest film (Pontypool) is also rather good, and in a market currently saturated by awful low-budget Horror pap, this is something of an anomaly. But what of his previous film, The Tracey Fragments? Forget for a moment that we're talking Canadian Indie here... The only "Canadian Indie" films of note are the surreal Silent fantasies of Guy Maddin, so a pedigree such as this is not to be envied. But still, The Tracey Fragments is a good film, one that creeps up on you like a Blind Albino Alligator and bites you on your backside.
Those in the know may remember the Mike Figgis film, Timecode from a good few years back - The film simultaneously showed us four scenes at once, forcing us to divide our attention between four protagonists at the same time. Robinson attempts to take this one step further (whilst really taking one step back, character-wise) by attempting to represent Tracey's fragmented psyche on screen. Her brother, Sonny, thinks he's a dog - somewhere along the way he's gone missing, and Tracey has apparently run away and found herself amongst the dregs of Ontario society... The film takes it from there and by examining the fragments we are presented with, the background story of how events conspired to reach such a nadir becomes clear. The main problem of displaying a story through so many portals at the same time, quite a great deal of subliminal plot is probably lost - Perhaps it was the director's intention to pull us back to view the movie a number of times? You can watch Shane Carruth's Primer over again as many times as you like, it'll still be incomprehensible. Having not read Maureen Medved's original book I cannot comment on how much of this process is Robinson's baby; okay, Medved wrote the Screenplay but it's unthinkable that she could write one as fragmented as this. Still, watch the film over again, could be fun.
Ellen Page excels as the young Tracey Berkowitz - bullied relentlessly at school, feeling sexually inadequte and on the fringes of society... Page is rapidly becoming the Poster Child for adolescent deviance (but in a good way). She isn't Megan Fox, and she knows it. But neither are most women on Earth - she's preaching to the converted. The Canadian Suburbia that serves as the backdrop is as barren as the moon, further delving us deeper into the feelings of despair that permeates the plot. All-in-all, this movie can make for a pretty depressing experience - Do you like your Art happy?
DVD-wise? Bare Bones, Bare Bones, Bare Bones... And don't expect a movie this "small" to be released in a Deluxe Edition at any time in the future. Watch it anyway please, pray you don't get a headache.